Hmm... Ooh! I got it! This is going to be painful...
The mesh of pleading crowds swarmed the freezing sidewalks, each going to their own meager job and only earning enough to just barely make it by. The bleak gray of the skies cried as black umbrellas danced in masses. The owners paid no attention to another, their coal cloaks only emphasizing the dreariness of the plummeting auras. Despair reeked off of the ashen buildings, darkened windows bled into the dreary scenery. It was all pointless, as was the great mystery of living or oneself in the deranged world of reality. But then he met her. The golden sheets that dared to call themselves hair flowed like silk down her smooth, pale skin. Her pastel rose coat snugly grabbed her bust and hips, accentuating her curves in every possible way. Beautiful green orbs turned to stare into his own chestnut brown, speaking of gentleness and a daintiness that only true women could achieve. Her slender digits ever so lightly held the floral magenta that protected her from the tears of the gods. Not a single spot marred her creamy white skin, showing a smoothness not ruined by the grasp of age or the evils of the bright yellow devil sun. Her feet held in skin-tight leather boots simply spoke of complete grace. Her long, dancer-like legs poked out underneath her pastel dress, showing the barest of slivers of the beautiful milky skin. She fluttered her luscious eyelashes, giving a large smile that would make Apollo envy her. The man felt a fire roaring in his veins. His chocolate hair, so beautifully messy, swayed in the wind as a faint pink tinted his sun-kissed cheeks. He felt a warmth sweep through his body, time freezing as he slowly smiled. The crowds stopped. The clouds stopped their crying as the wondrous flames licked at his every being, making his digits twitch in anxiousness. This golden beauty-no, goddess-had to be his! The world seemed to sing hallelujahs when he took a step to reveal himself to his secret lover. The grass orbs were tainted with the purest of fear, horror and disgust marring the heavenly features of his little angel. The fires in his heart continued to soar as he looked down to where she and the rest of their enraptured audience was staring at. A little soldier stared up at him, ready for duty. The man uttered only a single noun. "Shit."
Oh God! It burns! It burns so much! But... it was so fun! What is this curse?!